Monday, 22 March 2021

SKIPPING STONES ACROSS THE BLUE

 

Skipping stones across the blue

Sharing holiday laughter and fun

When amidst the joyful splashing

It hit me like a bullet from a gun

Why was I playing childish games?

With a girl who was built to stun

So, I looked at her and smiled

Took her hand and called her Hon

Then we walked barefoot in the surf

Holding hands beneath the sun

On a day neither of us would forget

When our first love had begun

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